Warning: Mentions of implied rape.
"You might be special, but it's too late to change now
'Cause this isn't the first time I've heard it all."
-Emilie Autumn, "Heard It All"
Lysander whispers such pretty words into her ear, telling her how beautiful she is, how perfect.
Molly smiles along, but she doesn't let herself for it. Not this time. She knows better now.
Joshua Flint held her once. "You're a fine piece," he told her, pulling her close.
She didn't want him to kiss her, but she let him anyway.
Lysander tells her that they could have a future together.
Molly almost believes him. Almost.
Dexter Urqhart once told her he'd give her anything. He carried on with those promises of everything he'd bring her as he lead her down to the bed. The next day, Molly was alone, tangled in bedsheets and regret.
Lysander holds her hand, and Molly realizes a boy has never done that before. No one has ever touched her so gently without any demand in the contact.
Raleigh Zabini grabbed her by the wrist once. He held her down and silenced her screams with a bruising kiss.
"I can't," Molly whispers, pulling her hand away and shaking her head.
She hates the way Lysander looks as though he's been physically slapped. Maybe he could be special. Maybe he really does mean the words he says.
But Molly will never give him the chance.
She's learned that lesson already.
"And I can't fall
Because you'll try and catch me
Never let me go."